Perpetual question

Do you know how it feels to be torn apart,
Living, breathing, laughing only with half a heart?
The illusion of a better day keeps you going on,
Even if you feel your time on earth is done.

Only in your dreams at night you can feel complete,
When your mind creates a life so perfect and so sweet,
And just when you get to think that it might be real,
You open up your eyes and pain is all you feel.

Another day begins, a day just like the rest,
When seconds feel like minutes,  minutes feel like hours that press on your chest,
And as you’re grasping for air and trying to catch your breath,
You ask yourself again:  “why am I so afraid of death?”.

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